I was slumped on our couch like a beached whale looking something like Oscar the Grouch and Hagrids love child when Owen entered the room with a book titled ‘For Emily’.

When I opened the book I knew that it was going to be a cracker with the first page depicting Owen in his usual jeans and a flannelette shirt half unbuttoned to display his beer belly with his hands caressing it in a form of a love heart- you know, the kind of pose that pregnant women take when they’re glowing and showing their bump off to the world like a fierce lioness prowling proudly through the Sahara.

With his beer belly on show for a few more hilariously posed photos, and tears of laughter running down my cheeks I reached near the end of the book where the photos took more of a serious turn displaying Owen in his best suit looking out over the top of Quarry Hill Lookout in the Clare Valley and finally the last page with him on one knee with a sparkle in his eye and a grin I see only in his proudest moments captioned “You are my Angel, you are my life, I’d love for you to be my wife”

In that moment he once again got down on one knee – this time in the flesh, and asked me to marry him. It was by far the funniest book I’ve ever read and makes for such a great keepsake. Obviously I said yes 😊